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Post by yukiyoshihama on Sept 5, 2010 10:16:51 GMT -5
Japan returned back home with a thunk on the ground. Oh sweet home, how Japan missed you! He sat up, grateful he didn't have to live at a place like Russia. The temperature wasn't nearly as bad, it's no wonder Russia could be so scary. Kiku Honda looked around, admiring his home.
Japan finally stood up and went to the kitchen to make some onigiri. A simple dish that Japan was craving at that moment. He made sure to wash his hands before starting on the dish. As he tried to make the sticky rice into the right shape, he started to think about Belarus. Was it really necessary for him to leave her like that?
Kiku tried to shake that feeling away. He was hungry from that long journey and also desired to take a bath. After he made the onigiri, he sat down on the ground with the dish on the table infront of him.
"Itadakimasu," Japan stated before grabbing on of the onigiri. He didn't devour it even though he was hungry, he took normal bites and made sure to take his time eating it. The taste of the sticky white rice and the seaweed, oh how he missed the taste of it. It wasn't that the trip to Russia was so long that he wasn't able to eat what he normally ate. It was that he hadn't made the dish in a while that he missed the taste!
(sorry it took so long before posting D: No inspiration before, but I'm trying to get it up and started again o3o )
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Post by Belarus on Sept 6, 2010 14:23:17 GMT -5
Belarus was muttering profusely as she headed over to Japan's house. Her mind was filled with thoughts of how to explain the current situation. Russia had come home a few hours after the East Asian had left and Belarus felt it was mandatory to tell your future husband everything that happens, therefore, she told her brother how Japan had come but she immediately left after he had seen that Russia wasn't it here. Russia, who knew how scary his sister could be, was able to accumulate why Japan had probably left and as Belarus had predicted, Russia was furious.
And so, Belarus decided to get Japan to befriend Russia, as an apology really. Honestly, it wasn't difficult to explain and Belarus was very convincing when it came to these things..unfortunately though, it was very difficult for her to convince someone when she wasn't allowed to use her knife. As her thoughts compiled her, she was already in front of the young mans house.
But...what's with the door? This door is made of paper...? Is this normal in Japan? What am I supposed to do? Do I knock? But what if the paper rips? How do you open this? If I yell that would be rude, no? The young woman stood there for a good 10 minutes, trying to figure out what to do.
Eventually, her anger level rose up to a level in which she felt it was right to kick the door hard enough to reveal a nice big hole, big enough for her to slide herself into the home.
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Post by yukiyoshihama on Sept 6, 2010 17:27:47 GMT -5
Japan heard a ripping noise hear the door and stood up, leaving his precious onigiri behind. He grabbed his sword, just in case it was an intruder, and slowly crept to the front of the house. He swiftly moved his arm, having the sword close enough to the intruder, but....
"Belarus?" Japan said confused. He glanced at the door, a big rip as if someone had been impatient in the first place. He didn't let his guard down, but he was now hesitiant. Was Belarus not to be trusted?
He was curious why Belarus came back. Was she mad at him? Did she need something? Japan squinted his eyes, trying to make out of this situation.
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Post by Belarus on Sept 7, 2010 14:51:52 GMT -5
A very agitated Belarus stomped over to Japan and grabbed him by the collar of his traditional male kimono, giving him the coldest glare she could muster.
"I stood out there for at least 10 minutes trying to think of how to open that friggin' door of yours!" she complained angrily. "What kind of door is made is made out of paper--..." "No no no Belarus, we came here to try and get him to be friends with Russia, not make it worse" Her mind said, causing her to ease her grip on the poor man and eventually letting him go.
"Ahaha, forgive me, today has been a very stressful day" the young woman stated with a friendly voice and gentle smile. Belarus' actions were always obvious because the only time she would smile was when she needed/wanted something, it was the beauty of her face that allowed her to get what she wanted.
"I would like to talk to you about Russia"
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Post by yukiyoshihama on Sept 9, 2010 22:21:00 GMT -5
Japan smoothed out his kimino that Belarus had wrinkled. Such anger in her eyes... well her face expression showed it all.
"I'm sorry you had a hard time with the door," Japan stated. His gaze fell on Belarus, still thinking about if she should be trusted or not. While Belarus was trying to calm herself down, Japan wondered if she was mad at him for leaving so soon. Perhaps it was Russia that had scared her? No, Russia was scary, but if Belarus was roaming around his house trying to find him, that couldn't be the case at all.... or would it? Belarus seemed creepy at times, but would it scare Russia?
When Belarus then spoke about Russia, Japan blinked a couple of times. "Well," Japan started in a soft tone, a complete change of character really, "how about we talk about it in the dining room?"
He walked toward the room with ease. Kiku was still hungry and Belarus came when he was eating, so he hoped she wouldn't mind at all.
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Post by Belarus on Dec 18, 2010 17:41:40 GMT -5
As she was a guest in someone else's home, Belarus agreed--though she wasn't much of the type to sit down and chat. She was more of the type to get it over with. But, despite Belarus' rude outbursts, she knew when to be polite.
As she followed Japan to said dining room, the young woman glanced about, studying the strange objects around her. Japan was such a different country, completely different compared to hers. The doors were made of paper, the tables were abnormally short, and there were no chairs?
Belarus was curious, she wanted to learn more about this foreign culture, but there was no time for that.
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